Brain in a Bottle

So I’d just float
like a shrimp
In a cocktail glass
full of cerebrospinal fluids
Until somebody put me next to you

If I could project thoughts
from my cortex
to a plasma screen
wired to my lobes
I’d say SOS
or
please send me prosthetics, by Jove
so I could at least
flip a bird
or wave these Technicians to shoo

If DNA were a love note
from your ancestors
to you and you and you
you might want to thank them
fight them
or turn them to glue
For passing on tricks and treats
like bombs or prizes
set to go off
on the very insides of you